Two Sides
Needless to say,
I am a two-way mirror,
Dappled and smudged
But I couldn't be clearer.
My mind is a puzzle
Locked in a dark room,
Assembling itself
So that it might bloom.
I am painting the line
Between hope and reality
Because the life that I know
Is not life - just a fallacy.
You may not see it
Yet I am bound to shatter,
Exposing my mind
To our world that is tattered.
Still, I am strength.
I am a barrier.
As for faith,
I am a carrier.
I am one
With a voice;
To make a change
Is my choice.
So, needful to say,
I am a two-way mirror,
Shaken but tough
And I couldn't be clearer.